I cried. And then I looked into his eyes. Gay porn And as more tears roll down my face he licks his fingers and slides them down my chest and stomach. He hit my spot. I can’t scream. I’m used to the searing pain now. Something told me to prepare for the worse, but I didn’t have enough time. “Hey white boy,” he whispers in my ear “, I want you to scream for me.” And before I could think. He pulled the cigar out and shoved my legs down.“That was fun, but it looks like time is up,” he said pointing to the window. He squeezes my cock. He started slow, now he was moving faster. He’ll never leave. I looked up and saw the sun rising. He kept going. I say nothing. He likes me this way. I just do. He yanks it up and down. The scream inside my throat kept building up.
